A bike ride with God

When I met Jesus, it seemed as though life were rather like a bike ride, but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that Jesus was in the back helping me pedal. I don’t know just when it was that he suggested we change places, but life hasn’t been the same since.

When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring but predictable. It was the shortest distance between two points.

But when he took the lead, he knew delightful long-cuts, up mountains, and through rocky places at breakneck speeds, and it was all I could do to hang on! Even though it looked like madness, he said, ‘Pedal’.

I worried and was anxious and asked, ‘Where are you taking me?’ He laughed and didn’t answer, and I started to learn to trust. I forgot my boring life and entered the adventure. And when I’d say, ‘I’m scared,’ he’d lean back and touch my hand.

He took me to people with gifts that I needed - gifts of healing, acceptance, and joy. They gave me gifts to take on my journey - my Lord’s and mine. And we’re off again. He said, ’Give the gifts away; they’re extra baggage, too much weight’. So I did - to the people we met - and I found that in giving I received, and still, our burden was light.

I did not trust him at first, to be in control of my life. I thought he would wreck it. But he knows bike secrets, knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners, knows how to jump to clear high rocks, and knows how to fly to shorten scary passages.

I’m learning to shut up and pedal in the strangest places, and I’m beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face with my delightful constant companion, Jesus.

And when I’m sure I just can’t do anymore, he smiles and says, ‘Pedal’.

-          author unknown

Bike ride in Singapore